Third Degree (Lyrics)

The police helps you to cross the street They’ll open your door if you lost your key But behind the smile there´s a hidden fascist Who would love to see you down on your knees He sure hate niggers, he sure hate punks He also like to beat the shit out of drunks Driving around, getting fat, can´t run Can’t wait to break your arm with the baton [Ref:] You don´t know your rights kid And they don´t follow the law Cause no one will be watching When they kick you on your balls On my way to school one day I crossed the street in a wrong way A police car drove up beside me I couldn´t hear his words, I just spit in his face You don´t know your rights kid And they don´t follow the law You don´t know it but you are Caught on my VCR